(from this)
he looked awful. his eyes, as bloody and badgered as they were, still managed to shine bright blue, covered in tears that would never fall, and his cheeks still managed to look royal, even though cuts and bruises and blood smeared over them like someone had painted on him with gentle fingers instead of harsh fists.
‘kurt,’ blaine whispered, kneeling down next to him.
‘go away.’ kurt mumbled, his eyes closing.
‘i’m not leaving you like this.’ blaine said, gently brushing a lock of hair away from kurt’s forehead. he pulled out his cell phone and made two quick phone calls, wanting to hold kurt but afraid he would break him even more.
‘why didn’t you tell me he had told you to come out here?’ blaine asked softly. he didn’t have to ask who did this, he knew who did this, and dammit if he didn’t hate himself for not realizing that was what kurt had been keeping from him.
‘you would have stopped me.’
‘with good reason!’
‘i thought maybe…he had changed.’
‘kurt…’
‘my dad always said i saw the best of people, even if it was to a fault.’ kurt said, giving blaine a weak smile. despite the fact he wanted to cry, blaine managed to giving him one back.
‘he’ll be here soon. so will an ambulance.’
‘blaine,’
‘i had to call them. there was no way i was keeping this from them.’
‘they’re going to overreact.’
‘you’re just underreacting.’
‘why did you follow me out here?’
‘i didn’t follow-’ with a sharp look from kurt, blaine quickly corrected himself. even in this weak state, kurt managed to hold the sassiness blaine loved. ‘i was worried about you. and it all happened so fast and i didn’t stop him in time’
‘you scared him off. you did stop it.’
‘i should have been braver.’
‘you were brave enough.’ and although blaine knew it was a lie, he was grateful for it. his guilt was big enough without having to worry about kurt hating him. kurt reached for blaine’s hand, wincing slightly as he struggled to sit up.
‘careful,’ blaine said quickly, and kurt exhaled, giving him a stare that any other day would have made blaine chuckle. instead, kurt just leaned his head against blaine, and blaine’s arm delicately wraps around the boy, absentmindedly thinking that coach sylvester’s nickname for kurt wasn’t wrong at all.
